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six savage bearers from Myeru's village and line up 

 outside. Call an interpreter. 



"What do you want?'' 



"We want to go home." 



This is the usual sporadic outbreak, and I give them 

 the usual reply : 



"All right; go home. But then you get no wages at 

 aU.'' 



As they have been with me some little time and 

 have done considerable work, this ought to settle it. 

 They hold a short shauri. 



"All right,'' they decide; "we want no wages; we 

 want to go home.'' 



This was a facer; for I need every man I can get 

 hold of. Nothing remains but to bluff. Of course I 

 know nothing whatever of poHtical conditions in this 

 (to me) new country; but I can make a shrewd guess. 

 I rise on my elbow and say sternly: 



"If you go home now without finishing your cazi I 

 will tell the bwana ni'kuhwa at Shirati, and he will send 

 askaris and will take away your cattle." 



The guess is a good one. They raise a wild shout, as 

 though in derision at themselves, and, quite cheer- 

 fully, retire. 



This happens every once in a while, and I think 

 they merely want to be assured that they cannot go. 



Then I treat a man for fever, another for too much 

 meat, a third for an infected small wound, and a fourth 



